We want violins

In sweatshirt, in trousers, crazy generationWe hide our emotions underneath the skin of a jacketYes, but underneath the appearance, but behind the carefreenessWe say nothing about our injuries, my generation assures

In rap and in funky, generation GorbyWe hide our shivers underneath tons of concreteBut that look of carefreeness is nothing but an appearanceIn the land without borders, my generation hopes

We want violins and statues of stoneThousand years of tradition, feelings in the airWe want violins, birds, phantasmsAnd declarations that can't be changedWe want violins

We have no history, no past, no memoryMy heart pounds underneath my smile-for-the-showI show the indifference, it's nothing but an appearanceUnderneath those coloured masks, my generation is afraid

We want violins and statues of stoneThousand years of tradition, feelings in the airWe want violins, birds, phantasmsAnd declarations that can't be changedWe want violins